He takes his plate and I take mine to the dining table. With raised eyebrows, he offers me wine. “Like I’m not already a sure thing. Although a glass would be nice.”
Setting down my wine, he squeezes my neck. “We need to find that thing from your doctor that says when we can go without condoms.”
I give him a smile as I pull it out and hand it over. He takes it before I blink. “Huh, that’s still three more days. I know this shot had a class action lawsuit because of the side effects. You’re sure you want to go this route?”
“Ethan, I already did it. It’s been a few days, my period isn’t for another month, she says the first two periods will be lighter and by the third month practically disappear. Besides like almost any drug there are side effects people aren’t expecting and I’m positive those were the reasons why. The doctor assures me, I take the shots on the days I’m due, no pregnancy. Her office will call to remind me of the appointment a week and then the day before.”
Shrugging, he sets the paper down. “If you’re sure. But if you want help remembering to take a pill, I’m your man. In case you don’t like the side effects from the shot.”
“I’ll remember it. So, how was your day?”
We talk about his work as we eat. I’m fascinated by a merger he’s working on. When dinner is over, he actually helps me clean up. I try to focus on what he’s saying rather than him cleaning off the pan before putting it in the dishwasher.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’ve never seen you put something in the dishwasher before. Is it weird I’m turned on right now?”
He rolls his eyes, closes the dishwasher, picks me up over his shoulder to toss me on the bed. “Strip” are the instructions he gives over his shoulder as he undresses in his walk in closet. I pull up my shirt, tossing it on the floor, he goes still when he sees my bra. “Hold the fuck up. Just down to your bra and panties.”
I don’t even bother to hide my smile. I’m wearing a matching thong to my hot pink sheer bra. Going from my knees to my bottom, I kick off my sneakers before pushing off my jeans. Mismatched green and purple socks are tossed to the floor. I lay back as I did last night, posing for him. “Do you like
them?” Knowing the answer.
“When did you buy those?” He hadn’t moved an inch as he watched me undress.
“The day after Amelia took me shopping. I couldn’t remember how old my underwear was. I figured new clothes meant all new.”
Stripping fast, he pulls off a condom from the remaining strip he’d left on the side table from last night. “Thank god I didn’t know you were wearing that when I left for work this morning. I wouldn’t have gotten a damned thing done.”
My hands go to the back of my bra to unhook it. Until I see him shake his head. I stop, propping my head up with one hand, and move the other hand to my waist. I’m a freak and I don’t care, I love how he takes utter control of me in the bedroom. Even as he took me to orgasm again, and again last night, until they became almost painful, the thought of pleading for him to stop never crossed my mind. Because, as my body shook each time, the feel of him inside me was the most intensely pleasurable moment in my life and I knew I never wanted him to stop. I’m wet at the sight of his massive cock as he sheaths it in a condom. With a sigh, I do hope it doesn’t mean I won’t be tasting him again.
A loud smack pulls me back from my thoughts. His big hands wrap around my hips as he pulls me closer. A gentle kiss is pressed on my hot ass before he nips at the skin. “Fuck, your pussy smells so sweet I drooled like a fool thinking of it today.”
Blushing everywhere, I lie gripping the covers as he pulls down my thong, his hands massaging where he touches. Thong off, he cups my ass roughly then tenderly, squeezing again, and again. I try to hide my moan in the covers, but I can’t hide the way my hips push into the bed. A flick of his wrist makes my bra disappear.
Hands on my hips, Ethan rolls me over again. The smile on his face makes me shiver. Parting my legs, he leans down, tonguing me until I can barely breathe. He’s gifted in all the ways his tongue roams within me. I can’t keep from crying out when he sucks both my inner labia as his tongue slides in and out between them. When two thick fingers find their way inside me, I can’t keep my hands off my breasts, seeking relief, pulling and twisting.
“Ethan, I need you.”
“Tell me what you need, Holly.”
Oh, god, he’s cruel. “Your cock, please, I need your cock.”
“Then my cock you shall have.” Sucking deeply from inside me, he moves up to cover my clit, sucking deeply with—holy shit—his teeth grazing my clit sending me screaming into an orgasm.
I feel boneless, weak, as he pulls me over yet again, dragging me to the edge until only my ass hangs off the bed. Once again, his hands are on my hips as he pushes into me fast and hard. Oh, god! It feels like he’s deeper, his cock straining to reach every inch of me. All I can do is moan as he sets a hard, almost rough pace. Every stroke is pushing me farther over the edge... then I’m there, crying out before I even know it.
Ethan feels it too. He thickens in the seconds before he groans my name and I know he’s filling the condom. Too soon, he moves. He’s getting rid of the condom. Then he’s back, lifting me gently, he sets me down into the middle of the bed before getting in beside me. An arm goes around my waist, pulling me into his arms, once again spoon fashion.
The words come out in almost a slur. “So, I’m sleeping in here again?” A grunt I take as yes is his only answer. “Then set the alarm for five-thirty.”
Now he’s the one grumbling, but I feel him moving around behind me.
****
When the alarm goes off, it isn’t as painful with Ethan squeezing me close as he rolls over onto his back to turn off the alarm. Though I set the alarm I don’t usually get up the first time, yeah, I’m one of those. The moment it crosses my mind I don’t hesitate. Beginning with his soft, fascinating pouch, I suck lightly then harder, once then twice. My right hand is stroking him, the sound of him moaning my name fills me with a high I’ve never known. Tongue licking up to the top of his leaking tip, I suck him into my mouth, teasing the spot under the head of his cock. Moving over him, I suck deeply until he slides into my throat then hum long and low. Ethan swears, as his hands go into my hair. Pulling me out until only a few inches remain, I’m sucking harder now, my hands tightening around him as I stroke. He fills my mouth, this time I take everything he has to give. It isn’t fair an asshole like him is so gifted, even flaccid he won’t fit in my mouth entirely. I lick until he’s clean.
The covers are pulled off me. Ethan is smiling, “I knew there was a good reason to keep you in here at night. Nice way to start a morning.”